King's Cross Station was a bustling hub of swirling crowds and a cacophony of overlapping noises.
Sirius, dressed in a sharp suit, was pacing back and forth on the platform. The sharp click of his leather shoes against the ground tapped out a hurried rhythm, perfectly mirroring his restless state of mind.
His dark eyes were brimming with eager anticipation, sweeping constantly across the various carriage doors and fixating on every student stepping off the train, terrified that a momentary lapse in attention would cause him to miss the people he had been longing for.
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